Ian’s blog about his life in the army

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1. Private Gallagher  on Jan.8th

I finally feel like myself…’cept for the fact everyone here thinks I’m Lip. Luckily, I didn’t have to chain smoke and bang a bunch of psycho chicks to fit the part. Just needed a solid fake I.D. that would get me into strip clubs, sketchy liquor stores and Army Basic Training. (...)

2. Wish You Were Here on Jan.13th

I’m starting to understand what my bunkmates mean about feeling ‘homesick’.

I didn’t think I could miss a place that’s brimming with dried puke and piss (thanks Frank), but I guess when you live in a world where Lip can actually go to college, anything’s possible.

I miss Debbie’s lasagna, Liam’s bear hugs, and the occasional kick in the nuts from Carl (it kept me on my toes). And I could even go for one of Fiona’s wake up calls, which are a lot nicer than my drill sergeant’s. Well, barely.
 

I want to call them to say hi, but they still don’t know where I really am and I wouldn’t want them to worry… Plus Fiona would go ape s**t if she knew I enlisted. And Lip would probably keep me on the line in order to secretly trace my location. So since I can’t call, I thought I’d post here how I imagine a conversation with them would go:

Me: Hey.

Debbie: OH MY GOD. IT’S IAN! OMFGGG.

Fiona: Where is he? How is he? Who’s he with?

Lip: Hey douchebag, way to say goodbye.

Liam: ::SCREAMING.::

Frank: Which one is Ian?

Carl: Did you kill somebody? Was it bloody?

And now that I think of it, it was probably a bad idea to leave Carl unsupervised with my Sig Sauer. I hope Mrs. Babiak’s cat can outrun him.

-Ian